I am here…

I am sitting in a Costa Coffee shop in a small town near the airport… I have just experienced more grassy joy for my feet and now ‘cafe con leche’ has been seamlessly exchanged for ‘flat white’…

The sun shines, without so much intensity as a few days ago, but it shines brightly, dappling on the leaves of the enthusiastically dancing trees…

Another windy day of summer Sunday activities…

The grassy park we found had a family practising golf, tennis, bowls, young people sitting about on the ground, talking, smoking, laughing, watching the rest of us go by.

Anadi and I lapped and looped around and by everyone, passing through… A metaphor for how we live our lives…

We are all passing through, from birth to death… The fire of this life is ignited within us and then off we go…

The one certain thing about life on planet earth, is that it ends; we know not when…  The more we live, fully embracing this, accepting the uncertainty of this experience here, the more we can live each moment fully. The yin to the yang, the sadness and the joy. Fully here, now, present to the truth of who we are.

The wisdom of knowing that everything changes can allow us to see how trying to keep things safe is a chimera. Safety is an inner state and this will be reflected in our outer experience…

This doesn’t mean everyone must shed their possessions to know this! That was my natural step and all of us have different preferences and natural ways to go…

As I ran today, I saw how we choose to live in precarious ways anyway!
There were a group of young people on the scooter/bike park steep ramps… I’m not sure what it is called..! But watching their skill, their focus, there endless practise and the danger that they put themselves in, again reflected for me the uncertainty in any moment…

And for us… There were many bees on the ground nestling into the little white flowers dotted all over the field…We wove our way through them, and at one point I trod on a very ‘ouchie’ prickle, which for a moment I thought was a bee..!

What a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon in England… At the end of our run, we sat stretching on the grass… Oh the joy of the smell of fresh summer grass

Spain on a Sunday is a delight too, it is very much a fun sun day; families and friends sit for hours and hours over lunch. The tradition solid and respected. Last Sunday we were there, passing through, a week later we are here…

Today is the day we were meant to land in the UK for a couple of days; but we are here already…

One of the things I notice about our nomadic existence, the constant movement of my lifestyle, is that as well as  a feeling of passing through, the paradox is that it has leant itself to me being more ‘here’ wherever I am than ever before…

This morning I was absorbed in my audio Spanish lesson and glanced up at one point… Across the room at another table I saw Anadi working on his computer…

I looked out of the window and there was Gatwick short term parking multi story building… Cars circling, the day summery and blue, scudding clouds in the sky.

‘Oh I am here…’ I thought momentarily…